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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
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Incassum Lesbia, incassum rogas,
Lyra mea, mens est immodulata;
Terrarum orbe lachrymarum pleno,
Dolorum rogitas tu cantilenam?
En nymphas! En pastores!
Caput omne reclinat
Nec Galatea canit,
Nec ludit Tityrus agris;
Non curant oves,
Regina, heu! Arcadiae Regina periit!
O! damnum non exprimendum!
Non suspiriis, non gemitibus imis,
Pectoris aut queruli singultri turbido.
O quam lugentes!
Suorum gaudium oculorum, mirum abiit,
Nunquam, O nunquam reversurum!
Stella sua fixa
Caelum ultra lucet.
R Herbert (fl1696-1696)
In vain, Lesbia, do you beseech me;
The mood of my lyre is discordant;
When the world is filled with tears,
Filled with grief, do you entreat me to sing?
Lo, the nymphs, lo the shepherds,
All heads are bent low
As if gathered in a herd!
There is much shedding of tears;
Galatea sings no more,
Nor does Tityrus play in the fields;
They are not caring for the flock,
But are lost in mourning.
The Queen, alas, the Queen of Arcadia is gone for ever!
O loss that cannot be expressed,
Neither by sighs, nor by deepest groans,
Nor by lamenting breastís unrelenting sobbing.
Deeply afflicted Arcadians!
O how they are grieving!
The happy look of their eyes
Is gone, never, never to return!
Her star, immovable,
Shines on in the heavens.